Dear Abby: Birth mother harasses daughter

Dear Abby: I was taken away from my parents at 13 and placed into foster care, where I stayed until I aged out at 21. My biological mother is a drug addict who abandoned me to my father when I was 11. She never tried to contact me while I was in care.

I am now 24 and she won’t leave me alone. She sends Facebook messages that alternate between begging me to let her get to know me, and condemning me for being vindictive and not having forgiveness in my heart. Abby, this woman exposed me to drugs and all manner of seedy people and situations.

Am I a horrible person for ignoring her? I’m close to losing my temper and letting her know exactly how angry I am, but I know it would do no good. I just want to move on with my life and advance in my profession without having to worry about this. What do you think? — Stalked in New York

Dear Stalked: Silence sends a strong message. I think that when the harassment started, you should have immediately blocked this woman on Facebook. It’s not too late to do that now. If she continues to annoy you, consider getting a restraining order.

Dear Abby: On March 14 you printed a question from “Jim in New Jersey” who asked if brand-new clothing should be washed before wearing. Having worked in a shirt factory for years, let me tell you how many hands handle the shirt before it goes into that neat little bag.

■ Someone spreads the fabric and lays the pattern.

■ The cutter cuts it.

■ Someone else ties the different parts together.

■ Another person takes the parts to the sewing people.

■ One sewer attaches the pocket to the front.

■ Another sews the yoke to the back.

■ Another sews that back to the front.

■ Another sews in the sleeves.

■ Another sews the side seams.

■ Still another hems the bottom.

■ Another adds the collar.

■ Another sews on the cuffs (if long-sleeved).

■ Someone else sews on the buttons.

■ Another reinforces the buttonholes.

■ An inspector examines the garment for loose threads.

■ An auditor gives it a final check.

■ And finally, someone folds the shirt and puts it into that nice, clean-looking bag.

Don’t even ask how many times it may have fallen on the floor — or if we washed our hands. Abby, I never wear anything until I wash it! — Joann in Mississippi

Dear Joann: And neither will I. Thank you!

Dear Abby is written by Abigail Van Buren, also known as Jeanne Phillips, and was founded by her mother, Pauline Phillips. Write Dear Abby at www.dearabby.com or P.O. Box 69440, Los Angeles, CA 90069.